The sun was shining brightly today, a rare warmth caressing the cool autumn breeze. It felt like the perfect day for a walk. The twins were nestled against my chest in their sling, tiny fists occasionally poking out as they stretched. I couldn’t help but smile down at them; they were perfect. My heart swelled with love and gratitude.“Look at you,” I murmured softly, kissing the top of their heads. “Already so curious about the world.”I felt a comforting presence approach from behind me. Turning, I found Fatima walking up with a bright smile on her face, her long hair swaying in the wind. She looked more at peace than I’d ever seen her.“You look like a real mom now, Pris,” she teased, her eyes shining with affection as she looked at the babies. “You’ve got that glow.”I chuckled, rolling my eyes playfully. “Oh, please. It’s probably just the sweat. These two are heavier than they look.”Fatima laughed, and we fell into step together as we started down the path that led into the hear
I sat in the pack house living room, my hands clenched tightly together, knuckles white. The twins were finally asleep in their crib upstairs, blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing around them. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread sitting heavy in my chest. Fatima was pacing in front of me, her expression a mix of anger and concern. "How could this happen, Pris?" she said, her voice thick with frustration. "We were right there, and we didn’t even see who attacked us. I can't believe it."I looked up at her, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don’t know. It was like… like they weren’t even there. One second, everything was fine, and then—" I broke off, squeezing my eyes shut as the memory of the hateful words carved into the ground flashed in my mind. *We will never accept those abominations.* I shivered.Fatima stopped pacing and came to sit beside me. She took my hands in hers, squeezing them gently. "Hey, it's going to be okay. We’ll figure this out."I wanted to believe h
The tension in the pack was suffocating. It pressed down on me like a weight, and I could see the ripple effect of Jake’s speech in the eyes of everyone I passed. The once-welcoming smiles were replaced by guarded looks and whispered conversations that stopped abruptly when I walked by. It was subtle, but it was there. I wasn’t imagining it.The babies were finally asleep in the nursery, and Jake had gone off to handle pack matters. I should have been resting, but rest felt impossible when I could feel the silent judgment in the air. I needed answers. **Why were they so afraid?** Why did they look at my children—innocent, fragile little beings—as though they were monsters?I decided to take matters into my own hands. If I wanted to protect my family, I needed to know what we were really up against.***********It wasn’t hard to find a group of pack members huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. I had noticed them earlier, glancing around nervously before slipping into the back of
The night had grown quiet in the aftermath of the attack. I rocked my babies gently, watching their tiny faces relax as they slept. The weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on my shoulders. Just when I thought we’d finally found peace, it was shattered by a threat I hadn’t seen coming. Who would dare leave a message like that? “We will never accept those abominations.” The words haunted me, ringing in my ears like a curse.Fatima entered the nursery, her face drawn with concern. “You should get some rest, Priscilla,” she urged softly. “You’ve been through a lot.”I shook my head. “I can’t sleep, not after what happened today. It’s not just about me anymore. It’s about them,” I said, looking down at my babies. “I need to know what’s really going on in our pack. This fear… it’s deeper than I realized.”Fatima hesitated before speaking. “You’re right. And I might have a lead.”I turned to her, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”“I overheard a conversation earlier,” she admitted.
It was the morning after our confrontation with Andrew, and the tension still clung to me like a second skin. I sat at the breakfast table, swirling my coffee absentmindedly while watching Jake as he juggled a bottle in one hand and rocked one of the babies with the other. Despite the anxiety simmering beneath the surface, the sight of him in full “Dad mode” brought a smile to my lips. He looked up, catching my gaze, and flashed me a lopsided grin."Hey," he said, his voice soft. "You look like you're carrying the weight of the world, Priscilla."I forced a smile. "Maybe just half of it," I replied. "I've been thinking about what happened last night."Jake’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Fatima burst into the kitchen, her face lit with an idea so bright it was practically glowing."I’ve got it!” she declared, dropping into a chair beside me."Got what?" I asked, arching an eyebrow."A plan," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I was up half the night think
THE UNKNOWN'S POVThe dark room smelled of old wood and dust. Shadows hung heavy in the corners like ghosts of the past, and the only light came from a dim candle flickering on the desk before me. The walls were adorned with relics of the past—ancient symbols, family crests, and faded banners that once symbolized power. Now, they were just reminders of what was lost.The chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back, fingers steepled together, staring at the walls with a hatred so deep it almost made my skin crawl. Alpha Jake. That damned boy. He was supposed to be mine. I was born to lead this pack. I should’ve been the Alpha. But no, that little bastard was chosen, and I’ve been forced to watch as he destroyed everything I had worked for.The Silverstone pack should’ve been mine, a legacy of power and dominance. But Jake had taken it all. And then, to add insult to injury, he had fallen in love with that witch. A *witch.* The very thing every true wolf should despise. A bloodline that s
The darkness was suffocating, wrapping around me like a thick, wet blanket. I struggled to breathe, to move, but my body felt like it was anchored in place. I looked around frantically, the shadows dancing before my eyes, forming into strange, dark shapes. And then I saw it—a figure in the distance, cloaked in black, holding something close to his chest.No, not something. *Someone*.The figure stepped closer, and my breath caught in my throat. My babies. He was holding my babies. They were wrapped in their tiny blankets, their eyes closed, peaceful, oblivious to the danger. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. It was as if invisible hands were pulling me back, holding me captive."Let them go!" I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse and filled with desperation.The shadowed figure looked at me, tilting his head as if he couldn’t understand my words. He didn’t speak, but his silence was more terrifying than any threat. He held the babie
I couldn’t get the image of the girl’s lifeless body out of my mind. Her convulsions, the way her eyes went blank as she whispered that single word—Beware. It haunted me, a cold whisper lingering in the back of my head. I knew we couldn’t waste any time. We needed to find out who she was and, more importantly, who had done this to her.Fatima was at my side as we walked briskly toward the pack’s records room. Her expression was a mix of determination and worry. "We need to figure out her identity, Priscilla," she said. "Whoever she was, she wasn’t acting on her own.""I agree," I nodded, pushing open the heavy door. "Let’s start with our records. Maybe we can find out where she lived and who her family is."It didn’t take long to find her name—Maya Thompson. She was only nineteen. My heart clenched when I read the details. "She has a little brother," I murmured, my voice soft. "He’s only six years old."Fatima’s face fell. "Oh no," she said quietly. "He’s just a baby.""We need to bri
The morning was quiet, more peaceful than usual, but there was a weight in the air that made me uneasy. I had spent the entire night with the twins, feeling their soft breaths and hearing the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they slept peacefully in my arms. The bonds we shared were undeniable—these two tiny beings held my heart in a way I never thought possible. But it wasn’t just their innocence and love that kept me up at night. It was the danger, the growing threat I could feel surrounding them, even though no one spoke of it out loud.I spent most of my time trying to keep them safe. Jake and I had our differences, but one thing I was sure of was that he cared for them. The issue wasn’t his love for them—it was the ever-present doubt that clouded his judgment. He didn’t trust me fully, nor did he trust the visions I had seen in my dreams. Those dreams, those warnings, they weren’t just random—they were real.Today, however, I was trying to push those thoughts aside, trying
The night air was heavy, thick with the kind of silence that made my skin crawl. Ever since the attack on the twins’ room, I hadn’t been able to rest properly. Something was off in the packhouse, and I could feel it in my bones. I paced the room, arms crossed tightly over my chest as my mind reeled over everything that had happened in the past few days. The failed kidnapping attempt, Jake finally agreeing to take the twins' safety seriously, and the ever-present tension between us. And then there was the dream. Prisca’s voice had been clearer than ever, guiding me, warning me. But about what? I needed answers. I exhaled heavily, glancing at the sleeping twins. Their soft breaths filled the space, a reminder of why I couldn’t afford to be careless. I reached for a blanket, tucking it around them before stepping away. That’s when I saw it. The smallest draft of air… coming from the far wall of the room. My eyes narrowed. That didn’t make sense. The room was closed—wind
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching over the twins as they slept soundly in their cribs. Their tiny chests rose and fell in a steady rhythm, their peaceful faces untouched by the chaos around them. They had no idea how much danger lurked in the shadows, how many people wanted to harm them simply because of what they were. It made my chest ache.Jake might not believe in my visions, but that didn’t mean I would stop protecting them.I ran my fingers through Lily’s soft curls, her tiny hand twitching in her sleep as if reaching for something. My heart swelled with love, but also with fear. How far would these enemies go?The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp by the dresser. I leaned back in my chair, exhaustion pulling at my limbs, but my mind refused to rest.Then I felt it—an odd sensation, like an invisible pull. It made the hair on my arms stand up. I glanced around, my eyes narrowing on the twins’ blankets.A chill crept down my spine as I moved closer,
The packhouse had never felt this tense before. Warriors moved in and out of the main halls, security was on high alert, and whispers followed me wherever I went. Ever since the attack on the twins, things had changed. The pack was afraid, and Jake—Jake was furious.He had been working nonstop, investigating, interrogating, and making sure every single security measure was doubled. He barely slept. I wasn’t sure if he even ate. He was always moving, always planning, and always avoiding me.But I wasn’t going to be ignored. People acted like I was weak especially after they found out I was an omega ,they thought they could just lock me up and make me a babysitter instead. Whenever I tried talking to Jake he acted all busy and asked how the twins were. The worst part was Fatima and Sophie also thought it was best I don't get in harms way. They didn't say straight up but it's the way they tried to make sure I was occupied indoors like some housewife.If he thought I was just going to si
I sat in my office, staring at the wall as the weight of everything threatened to crush me. My mate, my unborn child, my pack—everything was hanging by a thread, and I felt powerless. Prisca had finally told me the truth, and it shattered me in ways I couldn’t put into words. She was given an impossible choice. One where no matter what she decided, she would lose something—either our child or me. How the hell was I supposed to accept that? My fingers clenched into fists against my desk as a growl rumbled low in my chest. No. I wouldn’t accept it. Fate had already tried to take too much from me. I had lost warriors, friends, people who depended on me to lead them. But my family? That was where I drew the line. There had to be another way. I pushed back from my desk and stood, my muscles tense as I made my decision. I couldn’t sit here and wait for fate to take its course. I had to act. I walked out of my office and made my way down the dimly lit halls of the packhouse. Most o
The room was dark and silent as I drifted in and out of a restless sleep. My body was heavy, but my mind was uneasy, tugged by an invisible string that wouldn’t let me rest. I heard the voice again, soft yet urgent, piercing through the haze of my dreams. “Ayla... wake up. Go to them.” It was Prisca. My eyes flew open, and I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. The room was cold, the night air chilling my skin, but it wasn’t the temperature that sent a shiver down my spine. Something was wrong. I threw on my robe and bolted out of the room, my feet carrying me down the hallway toward the twins’ nursery. As I approached, the sight of the guard slumped against the wall froze me in my tracks. “Lance?” I whispered, shaking his shoulder. He didn’t respond. His breathing was steady, but he wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t normal sleep—it was too deep, too unnatural. Fear gripped me as I turned toward the door. It was ajar, and the faint light from inside spilled into the hallway. Slowly
The morning sunlight streamed through the nursery windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I sat on the floor with Lily and Logan. Their giggles filled the air, and despite the ache in my chest from my last conversation with Jake, I couldn’t help but smile. Being with the twins was the only thing that gave me peace now. They didn’t judge or lash out. They didn’t push me away. They simply existed in their innocent, joyful world, and I was grateful to be a part of it. Today was bath day, and I had everything set up: warm water in the tub, towels neatly folded, and a small bottle of lavender-scented baby soap. Logan crawled toward the tub, babbling incoherently, while Lily followed with a determined look, her tiny fists clutching the edge of the tub as she tried to pull herself up. “All right, you two,” I said with a laugh, scooping them both up. “One at a time. You’re not running this show.” Logan went first, splashing the water with glee as I lathered him up. His little hand
The past few days had been unbearable. I avoided Jake at every turn, retreating to the nursery or anywhere I could find peace. Every glance from him was like a dagger, a cruel reminder of his dismissiveness and the cold rejection that had left me shattered. He’d made it clear I was nothing to him—nothing more than an inconvenience, a burden he regretted sharing his bed with. But no matter how much I wanted to distance myself, I couldn’t. The twins were my anchor, their innocent faces and soft giggles pulling me back to my purpose. Sophie and Fatima tried to cheer me up, offering kind words and teasing smiles, but I could barely muster the energy to respond. My heart was heavy, and my mind was constantly replaying Jake’s cutting words. One night, exhaustion finally claimed me as I lay on the couch in the nursery, the twins sound asleep in their cribs. I drifted into a restless sleep, my dreams quickly consumed by something vivid and strange. Prisca. She stood before me, radiant
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stirred awake. I felt the weight of an arm draped over me, and my heart fluttered. Memories of the night before surged through my mind—his hands, his lips, his body against mine. I blushed furiously, burying my face in the pillow. Jake. The Alpha who had consumed my every thought had also been my first. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, or him, for that matter. The mate bond had finally won, and we’d given in to the pull between us. And now, here I was, tangled in his arms, feeling something I hadn’t in years—contentment. I shifted slightly, turning to look at him. His face was relaxed, softer in sleep, and I let myself admire him for a moment. I had no idea how long I lay there, but eventually, my own eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off again. When I woke up a second time, the bed was cold. Jake was gone. I sat up, the disappointment hitting me harder than I expected. My fingers trailed over the empty sp